your fucking Friday night

Watching David Cronenborg's "Crash" on IF fuckin' C, which had lots of fucking in it...albeit of the weird fetish variety.

Anyway we went to the fucking pub after the fucking beach and got a fucking pint, I talked to my fucking friends girlfriend and her fucking friend and then fucked off back to the fucking beach after closing time to drink more fucking beer with a few other fuckers I know. I met a fucking girl I fucking fancy only to find I've fucked it up by fucking drunkenly texting her fucking mate who I think is a fucking bore, and now it's like I fucking fancy the mate or something. Fuck that.

On the way home the fucking chipper was closed so I was fucking starving. It was a fucking good night, in the end.

I'm going to happy hour with work people and will probably drunkenly dial at least one ILXor.

Good friend of donut's and myself, Chris Bradbury, is in town for a visit from Austin. A bunch of us are getting together at the Kitsch Bar as a result to have some drinks and laughs and etc.

...
Watching a Pink Panther movie. Already fell asleep once. (It's not even 9 yet.)

Trying to find the solution online to an electrical dilemma w/my car.
I don't suppose yous guys know anything about coolant temp sensors for an Audi?? I know I sure as hell don't.

Soon, I will start watching 'Spartan.'

However, maybe my fatigue will keep from overthinking hands. Yeah, that's it.

(this was easier when i played baseball, a sport in which every third word is fuck)

good fucking night!

got about 18 hrs sleep total

reinjured my ankle

airport police chase (long story)

had drummer's jacket and wallet held for ransom by a crackhead who I nearly murdered with weapon if not for compassionate drummer stopping me (we got his shit back tho)

fired someone, hired replacement

illegal death metal beach bonfire at night with everyone on acid, police

police watching me smoking weed while driving, somehow got off

fear and loathing-style epic freakout in chinese restaurant with gangsters and hallucinating band member + bizarre telepathy incident

phonecall from frantic friend who said she just broke up with her b/f, met her and got straight molested by her after she confirmed mutual crush of two years, did not hit it out of respect but i'm probably still going to have to fight kevin this month because she cant keep secrets for even two seconds

another police incident i cant even remember

sensory + fatigue overload in gay bar

two hour trip to giant news-making rural bog fire so we could get METAL looking press pics, had to throw the photographer in the trunk

one seriously fucked up show -> panicked crazy scramble to organize/promo a makeup show in two fucking days -> actually pulling it off -> everyone happy, my staff and band nearly dropping dead from relief -> redemption

Listening to Aphex Twin's 'Classics' and drinking Drambuie over ice. Friday night's alright.

Staring down a work-filled weekend, which means one thing:

PARTY MY BALLS OFF TONIGHT!!!!

Working from 12 to 12 today, quiet night in the studio so I popped next door to see Skaldic Curse playing their own special blend of necro black metal and prog. Humid, full of metal dudes, fun!

Beer! Self-pity! Video games! The fun never starts ends at Chez Téléphone!

i'm heating up some trader joe's spinach pie for dinner. can't decide whether to go to sleep early or stay up and work on music.

Played a 90-player poker tournament, finished 9th.

Long, loud band practice/jam. Now forcing self to bed so I can wake up feeling rested and wide awake for HELICOPTER RIDE over the city!!

Sick. Just watched "Animal Kingdom", now ploughing through S1 of Sons of Anarchy. Cough. Wheeze.

oh hey, season 4 of 30 Rock is on netflix!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pCHAliA8b4U

drunk
eating hint of lime chips
smokin cigarettes
there is no more whiskey
listenin to a mixtape i made for some chick that probably won't even return my calls next week cause that how it works but yo i made a dope tape
wish there was more whiskey

battered the spaniards in Total War, and then watched Full Metal Jacket. man that first half is powerful viewing.

- Met some friends for beer and BBQ
- Watched "Whip It" (enh, it was ok)
- Went to Chapterhouse / Ulrich Schnauss show at Troubadour (rock out!)
- Read ILX

So because I was dragging a little before my show due to an intense workout earlier, I decided to pep myself up with one of these Protein energy drinks (no calories). So I finish all of it before I realize the bottle says not to drink more than half in one sitting.

Five hours later, I was still wired and shaking and unable to relax. even right now I'm still a little jumpy. from now on I read labels!

on reading reviews of it (Redline Energy Drink), I realized I got off easy. People have convulsions on this stuff!

drinking whiskey sours (but just ran out of lemon)
reading e.p. thompson
feel like i should be listening to scott walker?

at my parents' house.

in the front room, this was my living room when i lived here, reading infinite jest and listening to the two slow talk talk albums on spotify, now posting to ilx for a little, about to go to bed.

the long goodbye, leftover homemade fried rice, being a homebody.

packing up all the wet weather gear to go to the Bridge School Benefit on Sat/Sun

i thought the fucking title to this thread was a fucking clue that posts should abide by the fucking unwritten rules and fucking tell it like it fucking is.

first fucking post on the thread tells it like it fucking is. if you want a fucking non-sweary friday night thread then fucking darken these fucking doors no fucking more.

I've fucking got to clean the fucking house (well, 3 fucking rooms), fucking hang out and NOT fucking drink, then drive to the fucking airport to pick up my wife and a fucking coworker at fucking midnight, then drive said fucking coworker to his fucking house, and then drive fucking home. WOO!

worth you paying for a cab imo

the long goodbye

makes me wanna buy some cat food from the local supermarket at 2AM tonight, for my Friday night

Wiped, tired, napping and/or listening to music.

Worked from 6-10, watching The Nanny until 1am. Going to get a drink from the kitchen.

Settlers of fucking Catan: now with fucking boats

Half of my production on fives. Number of fives rolled during the course of a three-hour game: one.

Math people, back me up on this, that is straight bullshit.

ate some fucking fried chicken after a long fucking workday.
drinking a few fuckin beers, so fuckin what?
i'm gonna watch some fuckin deep space 9 and get ill zooted.

Fucking Quality Inn, Mountainview. Ate a plate of fucking pasta, now planning to spend the rest of the fucking night hating myself and reading some fucking true crime

Went to a fucking Strip Spelling Bee.
The drunker the contestants got, the worse they spelled, the naked they got.

makes me wanna buy some cat food from the local supermarket at 2AM tonight, for my Friday night

was scrounging around for a title to a track i was working on... decided to call it "coury brand cat food."

fucking.

aids. </louis ck>

- Watching news coverage of Norway attacks.
- Pesto I made for eggplant ravoli = A+!
- BV Pinor Noir, you never fail and are always consistent
- Catching up on product announcements from NAMM = intriguing
- OMGHFSWTF t's official, I'm moving... to the bigger house next door. Yay, I FINALLY have my own washer/dryer - this is of unbelieveable importance.
- Lion is... interesting. I'm feeling that in order to really feel comfortable in 10.7, you need a minimum of 4GB of RAM. Wheezy 5-year old MBP I have can't deal with that, so I'm forced to get a new home plate.
- Revolted by coverage and commentary on Norway attacks. Listening to three hour podcast analysis of At The Mountains Of Madness instead.

Yay, I FINALLY have my own washer/dryer - this is of unbelieveable importance.

we moved into our current place a year ago, which has its own laundry room, and i sometimes still glance lovingly at our washing machine and dryer.

strawberry margaritas.

Not leaving BHM AL until tomorrow morning.
Debating whether to go out and get dinner or stay in and eat 2 containers of yogurt and 1/2 bag of sweet potato chips left from Whole Foods run when i got here.
Writing up reports for work.
Thinking about packing.
Will probably finish reading book 2 of the Hunger Games just to get it over with.

meeting my fucking friends at my fucking favorite bar...maybe drinkin a fuckin gin and tonic or two i reckon

going to a fuckin punk show near my house because my fuckin boyfriend isn't back in town yet and i can't spend another night watching fuckin documentaries alone in my room.

i just got the fuck home after a long fuckin' day at the store.
i got a fuckin' sore throat and some kinda fuckin' mucus thing goin' on in there too.
i ordered some fuckin pulled pork and smoked pastrami for my fuckin dinner.
gonna watch some fuckin too and drink a fuckin beer
and gonna fuckin enjoy it too.

'watch some fuckin loo' lol at me. should be 'watch some fuckin tv too'

watching fuckin documentaries alone in my room

Tired of my fucking unhealthy diet of the last few weeks so I'm making some fucking notes for lighter dishes to come, heavy on Thai and Vietnamese flavors. Also watching Mets-Braves.

going to a fuckin punk show near my house because my fuckin boyfriend isn't back in town yet and i can't spend another night watching fuckin documentaries alone in my room.

Actually it was Orchestre Polyrithmo, punk show to follow

holing up in my fuckin apt drinking cheap fuckin wine and watching The Thick of It

smoking some weed my old friend ploinked from her husband for me, drinking beer, and doing fuck all. it's going to be a good night.

making lasagne for my 62-month anniversary with zero of the signified. listening to an alvin lucier piece i pulled up earlier when i was doing the "30 songs on shuffle" twitter hashtag meme.

aw congrats

nice!

- pouring rain here, thinking baout a nice spinach curry for dinner tomorrow night. think I threw out my neck sometime today :(

listening to this record-
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-JW9YfdB5Rg

drinking founders breakfast stout
thinking about dinner.

i have just ordered dinner.
i PROBABLY should have cooked something and saved the money but i am indulging myself a bit.

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